Текст песни Гришаня Ф - Походная

Marching
Am Dm
The attendants have risen yet have not seen the sun
G C E
We cooked porridge while we bastards slept
They shout the rise of the plate and we are ungrateful
I do not want to eat but pokemarize hard
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We wanted to dry out a little to lose weight
Dm Am E Am
But in order not to bend you will have to eat a lot

Three plates of porridge with bacon and halva
To raise your heads when you see the sky above you
Candy as ballast so that the wind does not blow away
And for two liters of tea, some candy is not enough

Four scoops of rich soup
And with this we filled our belly until noon

Wherever we go, the clouds are catching up
The dark ones do not know that the awning does not get wet
The element played out in the northern Urals
The winds are blowing from the north and they are blowing from the south

The tent was blown away by the wind, but this is ene buda
As long as the sleeping bag is warm and the body is warm in it

We go on a hike in a crowd with a clean dog
We tumbled in poop, too, by the word sweaty
Still not to sweat that you need everything with you
The sun warmed the knapsack behind my back

We carry on ourselves stocks by weight
We are twice as heavy and Oleg's ten


And once the fog enveloped behind a white veil
On a damp frosty morning, the sun looks like a moon
And cold and hungry and dumb and windy for us
Calluses on the feet and the whole face is chapped

It’s obvious damn it longer than your own hand
And Sanya and Kolyan are fishing by the river

In the evening we sometimes drag our feet
And only Julia's heels sparkle along the road
Everything that was rammed into the stomach before noon
Disappeared into a singularity only and saw

But no matter how hard it might be for us sometimes
Kostyan will always share the last piece of candy

And in the evening it is pleasant for everyone to come to the fire
Advise the attendants on how to cook soup
Lay out tents at the long-awaited halt
Getting drunk by the fire

Cheer up to dry, we things by the fire
Sneakers burned socks burned to ashes

The day gets dark all around and do no fucking more
Some went to play in the chest, others ask for songs
Until the lights out, until the wheeze in my throat I sang
Everyone went to tents, the fire has already burned out

Upset the guitar and lines instead of strings
It's all the same to me, I'm the loudest yelling